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[hogans-heroes]

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PSA: Please don’t tag things meant for me as Hogan’s Heroes, or it will go in the actual show tag. TY!

[occlusivavelare]

I know I'm like ages late but I need someone to vent about my feelings for John and Gale because I feel like I'm exploding, pls help.

[sboochi]

guys I had the most perverted idea......what if....they hugged.....

[heretoobsessstuff]

hear me out : emergency room nurse gale and john who ends up there every week bc of street fighting

[swifty-fox]

Salt Drops, Chapter Eleven: as the tide comes in

He drags his hands over John’s chest, feeling the shift of skin, sinew, bone, the glitter of gray hair amongst the darker strands. He digs his nails in, weighing the shape of the man on top of him against the memories of a boy pressed flush behind him. He closes his eyes, hearing the sound of the storm outside. Like the crash of waves against a porthole window. Remembers with perfect clarity the overwhelming feeling of John against his back, skin to frozen skin, breath hot, the way he smelled of sweat and salt. How the crease of his elbow had tasted under Gale’s lips, parted just enough that he could hide the kiss in the middle of all the intense feeling. 

“Can you–” He catches himself, flushing hot with shyness. 

The words are spoken right up against John’s lips, garbled for how there’s hardly any room. They barely come out legible, but John hums curiously anyways. Gale swallows, audible and hating it as his chest clenches tight. He clears his throat slightly and tries again. “Can we–” 

John’s thumb traces over his cheek, from the corner of his eye down to the curve of his jaw, a soft, encouraging touch. Gale’s so hard he aches. He’s grateful for whatever ability John seems to have to read him, lids lowering with understanding. 

“Like last time,” he finally says to the soft room.

Thank you to @the-ghost-of-jason-todd for the edits! 

[shipstorms]

[raccoonboywrites]

Mutuals every time we’re all online this is what we’re doing

[myblessedwedding]

[hogans-heroes]

HER DRESSSSSS 🥹🥹🥹😭😭❤️🥰

[air-exec]

Favorite headcanon is that yeah, there WAS a Buck from Manitowoc, but the only thing that The Original Buck and Gale Winston Cleven have in common is the way John felt when he met them for the first time, not their looks

[hogans-heroes]

In the emotional hangover stage in the day after having a deep conversation about something vulnerable/painful with a friend. It was good convo and I really appreciate this person but there’s always struggle after bringing it up

[hogans-heroes]

My MOTA AUs masterlist

Castle Peak

John is a bush pilot and wilderness guide that lives for the rugged isolation of Alaska. Gale is a recently-graduated lawyer taking a dream trip before he’s set to take over his father’s firm that has been fraught with scandals. When the expedition pits them against the raw elements of nature, their colliding worlds, and each other, they both are faced by what it means to lose everything.

[swifty-fox]

‘we’re all thinking it i just said it’ for anything involving curt 🙂 (can be clegan generally though)

"Hell of a day," John says, flicking the butt of his cigarette out into the open air.

"Gonna goddamn jinx us," Curt drawls, sounding bored with the idea altogether.

"Who? Me?"

"Two dollar bill can't save every ill-advised bet you make."

"Curt, I'll tell you what," John swings his legs, careful to brace his palm in the shadow cast by Curt's shoulders. Anywhere else and the sun-heated metal would burn. "They spring an emergency fun on us, I'll take your place. You can get all the beauty sleep you want."

"Ain't my looks I'm worried about."

John gives him a laugh as he brings a fresh cigarette to his lips, staring down at the crowd of men below, still outlined in the dying gold light. A pickup game of football that had turned into a rough-and-tumble keep-away. More than a few men were scraped and bloody, Ev Blakely's entire shoulder was one red rash where he had skidded across the asphalt. Corsby had the leather ball, currently, and was making a break for the grass. On the outskirts, hovering in a way that said he'd rather be up on the wing with the other onlookers, but felt it too important to make some show of participating, Gale played the part of pacing referee, calling out only to tell them not to get so injured as to be scratched for a mission. John knew he'd rather be sat under some shade with a book somewhere; but the sun looked good on the brassiness of his hair, kissing Gale's shoulders where he'd stripped down to his undershirt in some semblance of solidarity.

Here were their officers, unconcerned and uncaring enough to stoop down to play a bit of ball.

John's time had already been put in, the raw wound on his elbow still caked with cravel that he picks free, watching Gale's slow, hippy walk back and forth around the edge.

Curt follows his gaze, then hums thoughtfully.

"You know," he says, waiting until John's given him at least half of his attention. "Hard finding good officers these days. Guys who aren't green."

"Thought you were tired of talking shop, Curt."

"Oh, I am. This is the light-hearted and Fun Curt," he says blandly. "But I'm just makin' an observation, Major. The Army would be silly to not see what good men they've got commandin' their troops."

Another weighty pause.

"And I'd wager that, even more than the Powers That Be, our boys here on base know exactly how lucky they are-- havin' such good Majors that know how to bring them home."

John tears his eyes away from Gale again, the flex of his bicep as he scratches the back of his neck. "You get a little too much sun, Curt?"

"Think you know what I'm sayin'" Curt gusts a sigh, waving away a fly with his cap. "Don't do the courtesy of playing stupid. You touch on him enough, you think we don't see it? So what I'm sayin' is, I think every guy here knows what they've got-- you two as leaders. Can't have Buck without Bucky, that's just the fact."

John stares at him, slowly bringing the cigarette back to his lips. Faint crackling, as the paper burns.

Curt shrugs away the tension, lays back against the heated metal of the wing and covers his face with an arm. "We was all thinkin' it. I just said it."

[gydima]

But 👉👈 what if BUCKY was touch-starved?

Maybe his family was super affectionate when he was growing up, but once he had his last big growth spurt the hugs and cuddles suddenly stopped because he was A Man now. It leaves him wishing he could feel small and cherished and taken care of again, but because of his size he's always expected to be the caretaker. 😔

Maybe he'd like for someone to put an arm around HIS shoulders. 🥺 Maybe he'd like to be a sweet pillow princess and make breathy little sounds while someone lovingly fucks HIM. 🥺🥺 Maybe he'd like to hear Gale's someone's low, low voice praising him and talking him through all the pleasure he can stand and more. 🥺🥺🥺

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[basilone]